"Clearly, Lib feels differently about Pris than she does about Karen.I called Pris. "Hi, I just called to say hello."She said, "I'm glad you called. I...just got off the phone with my parents. You made quite an impression on Mom; she asks about you often."I said, "I hope you don't feel pushed by Lib and Libby. They mean well. I like you, but I don't want to rush things."Pris said, "I like you, too. I look forward to seeing you again."I said, "I would like for you to come down for date night at. ..Friedrich Mauz was a lesser known Nazi scientist, and psychiatrist, who had worked on secret Nazi mind control programs. The Russians had scooped him up, but then the American CIA smuggled him out where he'd been a part of their investigation of the effects of LSD for extended time and uses. . This had been his house. This was his secret laboratory!In the days to come Jack would come down for an hour or two, rummaging around the lab. It was like being some how morbidly fascinated with finding. We would mourn them, but only after the battle was over.I wondered what the attackers had in mind because they pumped more missiles and explosive bullets into the pillbox long after it was reduced to dust. Maybe it was simply frustration, but we would never know. We decided to let them think that they had won the battle and did not respond with any more active defense. They could not reach us with the weapons they had, so we let them waste ammunition while we sat in the air conditioning and. Up on the roof, he crouched down near the edge, hoping to spot before being spotted. Looking down on the park, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. He sat this way, motionless, for nearly an hour, his heart pounding in his chest. Some primal instinct had activated, and he knew better than most he needed to follow it.When the sensation passed, he moved cautiously toward the ladder, then back inside. Whatever had been watching him, the danger had now passed.-g-“That was really close,” Jeffrey.